This Was Originally Something I Sent In A Couple Asks To @poppy-metal On Anon About (since This Is A

this was originally something I sent in a couple asks to @poppy-metal on anon about (since this is a sideblog boo) but I’m just having a lot of thoughts I gotta flesh out and feelings about princess!reader, knight!steve, and highwayman!eddie and I’ve gotta get them all out

contents: fem!princess reader, knight!steve, highwayman!eddie, eventual steve x reader x eddie, implied fantasy levels of peril that does not end up playing out, fantasy renaissance setting (think Ever After or honestly any fantasy media you like that maybe doesn’t pay too much attention to historical accuracy in the name of having fun and having good vibes), frankly alarming use of commas and parenthesis, pining

a/n: 2.4K because this ballooned wildly out of control, part one of maybe more?

a/n 2.0: part two is here!

you’ve known steve your whole life, almost, he’s always been your most loyal knight, and you’ve always handpicked him as part of your guard any time you have to travel because he’s the one you trust the most to keep you safe

(he’s been in love with you since the day you met. once you gave him your favor at a tournament and he’s kept it with him ever since, after he won. he would risk it all to be with you but can’t imagine putting you in a position to refuse him, and so he puts all of that love into keeping you safe, and hopes you can feel it when you press your hand to his as he helps you in to your litter)

{you know. you have always known and you would run away with him if he asked but you have also always known who you are: an expendable princess to a kingdom with too many heirs and not enough land that will, someday soon, no longer exist, once the kingdoms nearest to yours realize how easy it would be to take, but that’s not your story. this is}

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Could I have an imagine/a little scenario of Madara, Itachi, Sasuke and Hashirama explaining to his son that his wife is pregnant again and that he'll have a little sibling soon? Thank you! I hope I'm not bothering 😅

[ 🌸 ] these four give me vibes of being mayhem with a little kid around them… pfff-

characters: madara uchiha;; itachi uchiha;; sasuke uchiha;; hashirama senju;; some character mentions

genre: fluff;; lovely-family comedy;; sad moments?

warnings: none;; grown men trying to explain to a child where babies come from (it goes wrong);; pregnant reader;; is a happily married couple a warning?

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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵

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madara uchiha

*welcome to see the scariest man in the ninja world being a puddle of nerves with his son.

*He does not know how to explain this topic to the child 💀

*The only reason he does it is that you talked him into it.

*And he, being the good husband that he was, succumbed to your wishes lmao

"But darling, I don't know how to explain this to our son-"

"You will do a good job, love, besides, who would be the best to explain this than you?"

*Letting out a dramatic sigh, your imposing husband - who didn't look so imposing now - sat down with his boy, and spoke

"You're going to be a big brother"

*He would try to explain your pregnancy situation to the best of his ability to his four-year-old son.

*What it entails, the burden your body will carry. How in your precious womb you carry his son, his beloved youngest son, who will be born in a few months.

*But, despite everything- it fails miserably.

*Your son, oh, your precious and clearly confused son, innocently asked his dad, “But daddy, how did mommy get pregnant?”

*Madara.exe has stopped working- Seriously, the question leaves him paralyzed for a full minute.

*You think he just stopped breathing because he just doesn't move anymore.

*But no- there's nothing to worry about… he just doesn't know how to function anymore.

*His mind went blank, and he forgot the steps to follow to exist.

*He's had his Windows reset, just give him a moment- and yes, he'll be fine, I promise.

*When he comes to, he gives you a 'helping' look as he adorably babbles nonsense.

“I-…uhhh well I…”, he tries to speak as you try not to laugh at his unfavorable situation. How could you avoid it? The only times he's been like this is only when you annoy him-also when more racy things happen, and you're the dominant one... but that's a topic for another day-

*But seriously, help him or send help please... He's going to collapse at any moment, pfff-

*Also remembering his younger brother, Izuna. But he trusts that his son will not make the same mistake that he did, which was not protecting his younger brother.

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itachi uchiha

*Actually, it happened unexpectedly.

*You had not yet told your son about your pregnancy.

*And One night you were having a hard time with the terrible vomiting of pregnancy. And Itachi, like the loving and protective husband that he is, was by your side comforting you and holding your hair so it wouldn't get in your way. Your beloved partner was so focused on you that he did not notice that his son was at the entrance of the bathroom door watching what was happening.

*He only became aware of his son's presence when he helped you up because your body had been very weak.

*He could see the worry and fear in his son's eyes, the little boy was worried about you, his loving mother.

*After helping you get clean, he took you to your shared room to tuck you into the soft bed, after making sure you were comfortable and that you were asleep, he went to where his son was. When he approached his son Itachi's heart ached, his child looked like he was about to cry. With quick steps he approached the small body of him to hug him.

*With a trembling voice, his son, soon to be five, asked, "Daddy, is Mommy going to die?"

*Itachi had to hold back the amused smile that was about to appear on his face. After all his son was genuinely worried about you, he had to calm down those worries first, and then the next morning he could tell you and laugh along with you about his son's innocent question.

*Stroking the soft hair of his son, he spoke, "Your mommy will be fine, little one, it's just that she's pregnant."

*And congratulation's! You now have two official bodyguards; your loving husband and son.

*"I'll protect you mommy!" //Itachi supporting from the back//

*Rather, you and itachi protect him, but- don't tell him, okay? Your baby is proud and Itachi only feeds your son's pride lmao

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sasuke uchiha

*He is proud and happy to have another child (he vaguely wants it to be a girl)

*Since he wants to break the news to the boy, he tries to mentally prepare himself to explain to his son about your situation (you support him deep down).

*When he feels ready, he goes to where his son is and sits next to him.

*He starts off softly preparing the boy for the big reveal.

“Have you ever… wanted to be a big brother?”

*The question brings out everything his son has imagined, when he thinks about what he would be like as a big brother.

*How he would always protect his little brother or sister, how he would play with him or her and how he would always be there for them.

*Vaguely, his own son reminds him of Itachi, his beloved older brother now deceased. And Sasuke remembering his family again wonders if his father and his brother had this talk before he was born.

*He swallows the urge to cry just remembering Itachi again.

*but, he is happy just thinking that his son will be a good big brother, just like his uncle.

*And Sasuke knows that, if one day he and his beloved wife are no longer in this world, his eldest son will take care of the youngest… just as itachi took care of him.

"You're going to be a big brother"

*Yes… his son is going to be a good big brother.

*And that same afternoon a happy Sasuke, but a little sad, returned to your arms along with his son, very excited who kept asking you about your little belly.

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hashirama senju

*He's nervous, you'd think it's just because of your pregnancy

*but it's not like that

*is he nervous?, yes

*but he's scared too, you know?

*His father was not the best father figure, he was not a good husband either

*and you would really think that being the head of the village he would be sensible regardless, but no.

*He's just afraid of becoming like his father, he's afraid of hurting you one day and hurting his children.

*And even though you're always reassuring him that he'll be a good husband, there's still that little pressure on his chest of fear.

*But surprisingly, he gets up and talks to his son.

*He knows that if one day the fear of becoming like his father comes true, his eldest son will be able to protect you from him.

*According to him, he is avoiding catastrophes… pfff-

*His son, seeing his not so animated state, asks him what he has, and despite only being five years old, your husband tells him about his fears.

*And the child in his innocent little head assures him that he would never be a monster, he could never be like that, because he is his precious daddy.

*the one who always tells bad jokes and makes his beloved mother laugh.

*Your husband, being the sentimental man he is- cries, cries like when you said the same thing to him the first time while he hugs his son.

*When the hugs end and the thoughts and fears leave Hashirama he can rest in peace. He no longer sees himself as someone who will be bad one day.

*And most importantly, if he ever disappears or dies, he knows that his older son will protect you and his younger brother.

Hi! I have a request.

Okay so 1-A bakugou end’s up to the future. Where he sees that he has a family with reader and sees what a simp he will become🫣

And how would future bakugou and reader (+ the kids) react to meeting him.

(You can choose if past bakugou knows reader or not)

I’m sorry if it’s confusing,

It was safe to say that Katsuki was beyond pissed. He was certain that at this point he was never going to fully get your attention, not with that damned Todoroki always swooping in before he can even look your way.

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The cacophony of grunts from the students plundered against the walls of Gym Gamma. It was self-improvement day and Aizawa was NOT letting anyone rest.

“Keep it up class. Those who fail to break some sort of barrier today will receive double homework for a week. I’m looking at you, Kaminari,” Aizawa grinned evilly. You let out a giggle at Kaminari’s audible gulp before Aizawa shot you a glare.

Katsuki was busy increasing the flow of his AP shot; he thought that if he could increase his sweat, he could increase the speed of which the blasts sped out. The poor rock he was blasting was finally on its last legs, all before that IDIOT Kaminari accidentally bumped into him and caused a rockslide, directly above the platform that you were training on.

“Hey, watch!-” he yelled in a panic. He saw fear flash through your eyes as he willed his body to move. Thankfully for you and begrudgingly for him, a smooth glacier of ice barricaded you from being concussed with Bakugou’s debris.

Todoroki hopped his way from his platform to you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright? You aren’t hurt are you?” Todoroki asked, examining your head for injuries. You shook him off you with a nervous smile.

“Thank you for stopping the debris Todo, but I’m fine. It was shock, I’m not hurt,” you reassured him gently. Todoroki gave you another once over before seeing where the damage came had arrived from.

“I would recommend being more careful next time, Bakugou. Someone could have gotten really hurt,” Todoroki gave him a meaningful glare as Katsuki fought every vein pop in his neck at his implications. Kaminari let out a guffaw, before he let out a squeak of terror at the animalistic look on Katsuki’s face.

“Laugh. Again. I. Freakin’. Dare. You,” he strained angrily through gritted teeth.

“O-okay Kaachan!” Kaminari speedily ran away from the threat as Katsuki stared at the back of your head. Well, now he was in a bad mood.

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Katsuki was the first one in the changing room, and the first one out. He trudged his way to the UA dorms so he could shower and forget the whole day. He couldn’t stand the idea of being teased right now, not when he was so careless to the point that you nearly got concussed. Well, that never would have happened if Dunce Face watched where he was going…

Katsuki was torn from his thoughts as he barged past another student.

“Hey, watch where you’re fucking!-”

And just like that, Katsuki fell to the ground.

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It took Katsuki a long time to start stirring from his sleep. It was a gradual process, but somehow he managed to tear the sleep from his body as he was poked and shaken incessantly by someone. Katsuki jumped up immediately in surprise, throwing a blast at his assailant. His assailant was no match for him though, springing back and using their quirk to restrain him.

Katsuki wiggled in his restraints like a wild animal, snapping and snarling.

“What the hell do you want with me you bastards! Let me the hell go or I’ll fucking kill you!” He snarled with purpose. A soft giggle filled his ears. A familiar giggle.

Soft (S/C) skin filtered through his still blurry vision until he saw… you.

You were at least a good 20 years older, some laughter lines he didn’t remember seeing (not that he definitely doesn’t scan you every time you’re close to him), as well as new scars.

Your eyes had aged too, the bags slightly more prominent but you were still you. You had four small children gathered around the bed gawking at the teen. The smallest was in your lap, seemingly frightened of Katsuki.

“Easy there tiger, you just woke up. I found you in the street asleep, so I took you to a hospital to see if you’re okay,” you offered an explanation that only answered some of his questions.

“Who the damned hell are you?? Why the hell am I here?? Argh, damnit! Let me out of these shitty restraints!” He demanded. Your face hardened in an instant as you glared at him.

“Hey, no fucking swearing in front of my children! If you’re going to talk and ask questions, you need to be respectful. You’re frightening my son with your endless shouts, so what’s your name and we can call your parents to come collect you.”

Katsuki let himself be still for a moment, glowering at you before relaxing his pose.

“My name is Katsuki Bakugou. I was hit by a quirk on my way to the UA’s dorms, I fell asleep I think, and the next thing I know is I’m in a hospital bed surrounded by someone who looks like a classmate of mine,” Katsuki growled. Your face grew a look of puzzlement.

“D-did you say… Katsuki Bakugou? As in, explosion quirk, super goal oriented, current number 2 hero?” You questioned him worriedly.

Katsuki gave you a strange look. How the hell would you know about that stuff??

“I’m only a high school student so I can’t be the number two hero yet, but everything else is true. Look, here’s my quirk,” he said as he let off a few sparks. The small children around the bed looked on in awe at the sight as you chewed your nails.

Katsuki looked back up to you and saw your expression.

“Why?” He asked.

You gulped.

“Because I’m married to Katsuki Bakugou.”

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“Baby, I need you to come to the hospital in Kyoto, it’s an emergency! What? No, me and the kids are fine, we-. Hey, I told you we’re okay, but you have to be here as soon as you can. I’ll send you the details. I love you, see you in a bit.” You hung up the phone with an ashen face as you made your way back to your chair. Your children were bombarding Katsuki with questions, all too weird for Katsuki to answer.

“Papa, why are there two of you?”

“Daddy, why don’t you remember us? Did we do something bad?”

“Dad, why do you look so young? Where are all of your cool scars?”

“Alright kids, give the kid some space. We obviously need to get this fixed somehow. How we’re gonna do that is beyond me though,” you massaged your temples with a sigh. You glanced back up to young Katsuki.

“You’re definitely not a clone or something? Not some sort of fanboy who cosplays in his spare time?” You asked him, half joking.

Katsuki snorted.

“No, I don’t cosplay heroes. I beat them in the hero ranks to show them that I’m the best!” He exclaims.

“God, you even sound like my husband. I’m getting more and more convinced that this is some sort of weird time shift,” you stopped speaking as soon as a muscular figure pulls himself through the door. Katsuki physically stills.

It was him, but older.

At first, older Katsuki didn’t give him a look in. He scrambled over to you, kissing you deeply before checking you over for injuries.

“Where are you hurt?? Are you alright?? Speak to me??” He demanded. You carefully push him off you and rub your thumb on his cheek.

“Sweetie, I told you I’m fine. See, even the quadruplets are fine. We have a major problem though, and I don’t know how we’re going to solve it,” you gestured to younger Katsuki. Older Katsuki glares at younger Katsuki before a look for confusion befalls his face.

Katsuki looked… older. His face was more structured, yet still maintained some of his puppy fat. Scars littered his face, the most noticeable a large triangle that went from the middle of his cheek to the underside of his neck. His hair was shorter too, buzzed at the side. He towered over you easily and his pecs looked even bigger than before. Taunt muscles flexed at the threat to his wife and children.

“Can someone explain what the fuck happened?”

“Katsuki, stop fucking swearing!”

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Until he was back to his current time, you had pleaded with your husband to let him stay. Older Katsuki agreed when his babies started pleading too, chubby cheeks wobbling with unshed tears at the idea of their older daddy throwing out their younger daddy.

And for the last few days, he had lived with you and his (?) children. Older Katsuki was mostly at work when he woke up, and he wouldn’t see him unless he stayed up past his bedtime (he could never compromise his sleep).

He spent some time babysitting your children, the quads. The eldest, Akira, was a total carbon copy of him, apart from his hair texture and colour. He was so bold when facing younger Katsuki, asking him questions and hiding his siblings behind him when they properly met.

The second eldest daughter, Aika, was more like you; shy and reserved but very playful all the same. She was a more balanced mixed of the two of you (?).

Your third daughter, Kokoro, was a pain in his ass. She constantly played tricks on Katsuki, taunting him and making mean jokes (all before she was shut down with your stare).

And finally, your littlest quadruplet Keiko, was honestly kinda his favourite in the strangest way; he was so different to his siblings it was unreal. He was the smallest, most sensitive of the bunch. In a way, he reminded him of Deku when they were kids, but with his colour hair.

The morning of the third day, you sat him down with your children at the breakfast table and grilled him a fry up. Each of your children were giggling happily in their high chairs, scrambled eggs and ketchup smeared around each mouth. Katsuki let out a small smile when Keiko offered him a piece of toast from his plate before denying it with a “no thanks squirt, your ma is making me some”.

“Well, good news! I found the person who you described and asked them how long the quirk should last. You should be back to your own time by next week, maybe even earlier if you’re lucky,” you smiled as you flipped the sizzling bacon in the pan.

Katsuki was scarfing the breakfast like there was no tomorrow, up until you said that he should be home sometime by next week.

That’s good, he thought. I really want to know something though, I might as well take advantage of the situation.

He looked up at you, one burning question on his mind.

“I bet you’re wondering how me and … well, I suppose you got together, huh?” You grinned at him.

“How could you tell that’s what I was thinking?” He demanded. You let out a laugh.

“Katsuki hun, I’ve been married to you, er, him for over 15 years. I know all of your little tricks and tells, so don’t even try hiding them,” you offered more bacon to him. He accepted, before you turned your attention to the kids in their high chairs.

“Let me clean up my mucky little pups up first and we’ll talk after I’ve dropped them off at daycare.”

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It was a pleasant day, Katsuki noted. After dropping off the children at the daycare and added cuddles from the babies, you did as you promised and hurried Katsuki to the couch with a photo book.

“See here, this is a photo I took of us at our first date. You were so nervous, your hand kept popping and you had to keep wiping your hand,” you laughed fondly at the memory. Katsuki peered at the photos with a strange feeling lying in his tummy. Is this why he felt so nervous around younger you all of the time?

“Oh! And here, this was our trip with the class to France! I had said something about the croissants being delicious, and you took that as a challenge. I was eating the croissants you made for days,” you let out another laugh as you recounted tales of your relationship.

Katsuki stared at you for a solid 5 seconds. You stared at him back until his face hardened and he turned himself away. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Is something the matter hun?” You pried carefully. Damnit, you even knew the right nicknames to make him feel all weak inside.

“Just… why the hell would you go out with someone like me, hah? I’m loud, I’m obnoxious, I can be pretty freakin’ mean, so why? Why would you ever let me have a home with you?! Why would you ever let me grow a family with you?!? Why do you seem so happy, even though there’s a chance I may never come back?!?” He was borderline yelling at the end of his lament, tears threatening to plop onto the pages of the photo album.

You hugged Katsuki tightly, fingers playing with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, all soft and gentle.

“Katsuki… I have no idea how far you’re into the relationship with younger me, but I’m going to let you in on a secret. I had a crush on you since our first day. I thought you were so strong and handsome, although you had some angst problems. Even after that, I always admired you from afar.

It hasn’t always been easy with you, as I’m sure you’re aware of. You can be loud and mean, and that has caused some rifts in our relationship, but,” you lifted his head up and cleared some tears.

“You’re also dedicated. You found ways to make up for your mistakes, and I always forgave you for them. I wanted a family with you because I love you, er, older Katsuki. We’re so blessed to have the quadruplets, even if they’re little pains sometimes. And yeah, there isn’t a day that goes by when I’m not panicked beyond all belief when you’re at work, but I wouldn’t stop you because it’s your dream.”

Katsuki looked at you. Your eyes held nothing but sincerity as he smoothed his breathing.

“Now come on, let’s go make some spicy noodles. My husband will be back soon.”

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Katsuki helped you diligently in the kitchen, chopping vegetables with renewed vigour. Older Katsuki trudged through the door with a loud grunt, you immediately dropping the pan on the hob to give him a welcome home hug.

“Welcome back baby, how was work? It was nice that Kiri offered to cover your shift,” you rambled happily into his neck. Katsuki let out a barking laugh at your clinginess as he picked you up and kissed you, making you squeal in surprise.

Younger Katsuki stared at your display; is this how you’re going to be in the future? Allowing him to kiss your neck when he comes home from work, cooking his favourite meals, keeping your home in tact?

“Oi, quit starin at my wife you pervert,” older Katsuki barked before you slapped his chest playfully.

“Leave him be, he’s literally you, you big dumb dumb. I’ve been letting him in on some of our dates and stuff so he can seduce younger me into wanting you,” you teased. Both Katsuki’s huffed simultaneously, earning a laugh from you. You wriggled yourself out of his grip and led him to the dining room where the meal you and younger Katsuki created.

You kissed his cheek as you went to fetch him a drink, leaving both Katsuki’s by themselves.

Older Katsuki stared menacingly at his younger self before clearing his throat.

“Listen brat, we need to fuckin’ talk,” he starts, rearranging himself on the chair and nudging the other chair adjacent to him. Younger Katsuki did so with hesitation.

“I’m fuckin’ tellin’ ya now, if you do anything that wrecks what I have now, I’m gonna come back in time to kick your ass,” he growls lowly.

“I love that damned woman more than anything in this godforesaken planet, as well as my little pack of brats. I would do anything for them, and I’ll be damned if you do anything that fucks that up for me,” he glares at him. Younger Katsuki slowly put two and two together and looked pointedly at the scar on his cheek. Older Katsuki knew where he was looking immediately.

“I, we, got this scar during a villain attack. (Y/N) took the brats to the park after a stupid fucking fight we had, and a villain attacked them out of nowhere. Luckily, I was patrolling there and stopped them from hurting them, so I took the blow in her place. I would do it a million times over for her,” his voice audibly softens whilst talking about you, eyes downcast to the large scar on his cheek.

He touches it almost fondly, as if he was proud of the scare. Knowing Katsuki, he probably was. He looked back up at younger Katsuki, who had a contemplating look.

“So…. Please. Don’t hurt her younger self in any way. I wouldn’t be able to survive without her. If you argue, hold your tongue even if you’re right. Treasure her. Make her feel like she’s the most incredible woman in the damned world, cos she fuckin is,” he finished with a doleful look in his eyes.

“…okay. I’ll, I’ll try,” younger Katsuki promised. Older Katsuki nodded and cleared his throat as you walked into the room. You presented the bottle of beer with a happy grin and a kiss on the cheek and a ruffle of the hair for younger Katsuki.

Fuck, he was smitten.

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“Daddies, watch me!” Aika grunted loudly as she successfully tiptoed from one end of the couch to another. Older Katsuki clapped and whooped in adoration whilst younger Katsuki looked on in pride.

“That’s my little ballerina! You’re gonna be the most graceful dancer ever, pumpkin!” Older Katsuki cheered, sweeping her up on his shoulder and making her squeal.

Kokoro looked on in jealousy with a pout on her face before a brilliant idea struck her. She toddled back to the couch and attempted the exact same feat as her sister, except on the back of the couch.

Keiko sat below her and watched her with a fearful expression.

“Papas, watch me! I can do it better than Aik-AAAAA!” She shrieked as she went to fall on the cushions of the couch, and subsequently Keiko. Keiko let out a scared cry as younger Katsuki swooped in to save him, carrying him in his left arm and catching Kokoro diligently in his right.

Keiko sobbed loudly into Katsuki’s broad shoulder, clinging to him with impressive strength. He nestled in as close as he could, passing Kokoro to his older self as he tried shushing Keiko.

“There there brat, you’re okay. Shhh, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmured softly into his ear. He tried rocking him softly in his arms the same way you did and he was slowly left with a hiccuping, sleepy toddler.

“Damnit Kokoro, this is why I tell you to be careful! Every time you try to show Aika up, you end up hurting someone and yourself. Are you hurt, Keiko?” Older Katsuki asked Keiko. Keiko shook his little head into younger Katsuki’s neck.

Kokoro started tearing up at older Katsuki’s tone and looked down in shame. He visibly softened at his daughter’s tears and wiped them away with his fingers.

“Just be more careful, okay pumpkin?” He said firmly. Kokoro nodded and offered Keiko an apology.

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The next time Katsuki woke up, it was in a hospital bed. Specifically, Recovery Girl’s clinic. The light filtered through the blinds, hitting Katsuki in the face and making him stir.

IV wires and tubes fed into him and made it hell to try to sit up, before he saw a sleeping figure near his knees.

It was younger you.

He nudged you with his knee in order to wake you up. You looked dreadful; massive eye bags, lips nibbled red raw, sniffly pink nose like you hadn’t stopped crying.

“Oh my god, you’re awake! I’ll go get Recovery Girl!” As you moved to get her, Katsuki grabbed your hand.

“W-what…,” his voice felt strange, like it wasn’t his.

“What the damned hell happened?” He croaked out.

Your face saddens as you looked away.

“You seemed really upset after our last training session, so I went after you to find you. You had collapsed just outside of the Height’s Alliance building and you wouldn’t wake up whatsoever,” your voice cracks. Katsuki let out an “oh”.

You gained your composure before looking at Katsuki again.

“So, how do you feel? Is anything hurt? What happened?” You interrogated him. Katsuki rolled his eyes at your pestering before a sly grin crossed his face.

“Why, were ya worried about me?” He teased and watched as your face turned a bright pink. You flapped your hands around in a panic.

“It’s just because you’re my classmate is all! You wouldn’t wake up, and I didn’t want you to stay like this for ages!” You rambled in a worried state. Katsuki let out a gruff laugh before wincing at his voice.

Well, better shoot my shot, he thought.

“Well, I’ll tell ya what. Go out with me this Saturday and I’ll tell ya everything,” he promised.

The pink in your face told him everything that he needed to know.

彡how about a lie…?

paring: laxus x gn!reader

a/n- suggestive? ion know where y’all draw the line really but mentions of sex in here but no actual doin the do

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“hey so what’s wrong with y/n?” lucy her nodded head towards the guild doors where you walked in with a slight limp and with laxus by your side to steady you if needed.

levy giggled “oh those two? this has been happening for a while around this time every year since they’ve been together this happens. crazy right?”

lucy looked at her with a grin “well it can’t hurt to ask right!” levy nodded along flashing her own grin.

you watched as lucy and levy walked over to your table, their smiles quickly fading away and replaced with faces of genuine concern “hey y/n are you okay? levy and i noticed you’re limping and we were wondering if you were okay?”

laxus started laughing beside you, his loud and boisterous laughter echoed throughout the guildhall while your cheeks grew warm with embarrassment “oh well it was because of a quick job-”

“well i wouldn’t exactly call that one a quickie-” he said while trying to hold in his laughter, but he was failing miserably as he let a few snickers out.

“LAXUS.” you sent him a glare and pinched his thigh which caused him to shoot you a glare right back “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” “WHAT DO YOU THINK.”

mira peaked over from the bar “didn’t you two know?” clearly overhearing the conversation the four of you had mira chimed in to clear some confusion but, no cheap lie was going to spare you this time.

“it’s mating season for dragon slayers! cute right!” she smiled brightly while you looked at her in horror. while lucy and levy were of course grown you saw them as younger sisters and in turn they saw you as an older sibling, and this conversation would be embarrassing for any sibling to have, regardless as they are grown it wasn’t long before they put two and two together.

lucy and levy turned their heads towards you in tandem after hearing what mira had to say “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO??” the two shouted in union their faces beet red.

laxus put a hand on your head with a lazy grin “because unfortunately for you they have a soft spot for you two and see both of you as younger sisters, me however i don’t have that problem so if you’re so curious yes we fucked.”

you stared at him in horror first mira now this? could this day couldn’t get any worse truly.

“i hate you so much.”

“oh? that’s not what you said yesterday.”

l‘avenir le dira ⏳

⌜soft!Loki x f!reader⌝ ➢ 4k words

warnings: angst, forced abandonment, healing from heartbreak, despair, y/n is single mom, Odin's a prick

plot: being a mere kitchen maid with poor seidr your relationship with Loki was over as Odin made you leave the realm. On Midgard you raised your daughter together with the Avengers until, 6 years later, someone came to visit…

A/n; there will be a part two with an happy ending soon ;)

"A young prince needs to sow his wild oats, Frigga. That is most natural" Odin’s haughty voice boomed through the royal chambers, faces of the young maids scrunching in disgust.

"But have you seen the way he looks at her? I am aware that you consider her rank as lesser than required for marriage but Odin, I beg you. This is love" Frigga pleaded, her hands nervously tugging at the fabric of her yellow dress as she tried to obtain a better future for her son than marrying some noblewoman he would never smile at like he did with you.

"Love" the old man chuckled shaking his head in chiding disbelief. "Love is most foolish. His cock might be in love for now but once he is sated the girl will be left behind" he growled, plucking grapes and feasting on nuts as if this was just a joke of a conversation to the king.

"What if he will never be sated of her? What if this is what he wants?“

"Then she must leave. I can‘t have a girl with poor magic and of no royal blood poison my son’s mind with her damn cunt" Odin spat banging his fist on the mahagony table making the servants wince in freezing shock.

"I can‘t believe you just said that" Frigga panted dropping on a puffed chair with a delicate hand covering her agape mouth. Odin was cold hearted, egomaniacal nearly and there was nothing she could do against it. Loki was to obey his father, if it was to his liking or not.

-⏳⏳-

Shuddering from what you just heard, trembling hands crept along the stone walls, jellyfied knees threatening to give up under the suddenly massive weight of your heart. The future you regarded as unlikely, still possible and vivid in your fantasy was scattered on the merciless ground of reality like the ash of a loved person. Loki always promised you that he will make things work between you, a young kitchen maid, and him, the prince of Asgard. But promises are far from guarantees as you had painfully realized.

Loki had laid an eye on you since you were first selected for serving. Your friendly smile, the long Asgardian hair bound to beautiful braids and shallow hints of your gorgeous figure shining through the thin fabric of your servant’s dress. And the dessert you served was a dream, a heavenly bramble compote embedded in a sweet cream with hints of vanilla and citron topped with a platelet of white chocolate shaped like the Asgardian crest. The sweet symphony hat you brought you together after he found out you made them and began to request this exact dessert nearly everyday.

Stealthy smiles and secret flirtations had caught Frigga‘s attention and the master of seidr found out about your rare gift. Of course she had asked Loki to train you, officially as an act of gratitude towards your father who gave his life on the battlefield. The prince and you soon began to develop feelings, strong feelings which led to him claiming you during a lesson in his private library. You liaison was quick to be discovered yet Odin tolerated it as such.

But you wanted more, you loved Loki and he was yours only.

Breaking under the king‘s horrid words your thoughts wandered off to Loki and the heavy honor he had to hold as a prince. Your lover was stubborn, relentless when something was dear to him, for example you. He would fight his father, shattering the image of harmony within the royal family, risking banishment and all because of you. Your heart was sorrow but you simply coulnd‘t allow your feelings to destroy his whole life. Asgard was important to him and so was his rank what brought you to only one conclusion; you had to leave.

Hot tears dropped on the yellowish paper you were filling with black ink of grief. Every letter burnt your heart a bit more, nudging the hollow of your soul closer to the abyss of rapdily and thoroughly losing yourself. The fact that your actions, no matter how painful they were, ensured Loki‘s sane future was the only thing that you could comfort your broken heart. It was a question of morale and since a future with him was beyond reach you made a decision.

As Loki entered his chambers, a letter and a little bowl of his favorite dessert waited for him on the wooden nightstand. Brows were knitted in confusion as he opened the letter, instantly recognizing your pretty handwriting. The dark prince was content at first, his swollen heart expecting a little love letter like you had sent him countless times already. But as he began to read, Loki‘s jaw dropped, hot, burning tears emitted from reddened eyes.

You were gone. Forever.

Dropping on his knees, tears of pain stained the letter as the prince cried, his heart aching like never before. A strong flash of emerald seidr shifted everything around him, leaving the broken man alone in a mess of furniture he once loved to share with you. And all because of his egocentric, stoic idiot of a father who was incapable of allowing love to happen. He took everything from his son; your love.

Meanwhile you tried to build a life on Midgard, a realm in which Loki would never find you, settling with a group of supernatural people called The Avengers. They welcomed you with open arms, amazed by the seidr you possessed. Your new family was loving, funny and caring but still you never forgot the man who was your first and only love. Your heart ceaselessly craved him.

Especially when you found out you were pregnant, your new world staggering on the verge of breaking apart again. But the part of him you were carrying gave you strength and nourished the will to withstand every adverse condition and heartache. The pregancy was intense, a Jotun god‘s child draining every bit of energy your body had to offer. But in the end, it was worth it. Doctor Banner was no physician yet he assisted you giving birth to a beautiful girl; Asgardian alabaster skin, your eye color and a little mess of Loki‘s raven curls on her tiny head.

Talvi Lokidottir.

You‘ve told your friends about your daughter‘s origins, your story. However, she only knew that you had to leave your dad because his father didn‘t like you. No name or details but what she knew was sufficient to the little girl. She didn‘t need to know a name or any details. Talvi was happy with the huge family she was born into; Nat was the cool aunt, Peter her favorite babysitter, Tony the man who always elicited that cute giggle and Wanda and Vision her bulletproof protectors. Only to name a few of the team.

Talvi was talented, definitely inherited the strong seidr Loki‘s big hands whose touch you missed so desperately, possessed. A small pocket dimension was already a part of her skillset, energy impulses and manipulation of objects were slowly adding. You taught her everything you knew yet her Jotun genes were strong, not projecting an altered appearance but cryokinesis was dangerous enoug. As if you did not already miss Loki enough, those days she was struggling with her powers made you mourn his presence even more.

As Thor came down to earth to fight the maniac Ultron he saw you and, of course, recognized you. Talvi was a wonderful surprise to him making the tall god of thunder sob with utmost joy. He was a ray of hope to see Loki again now that you knew they were allowed to travel to Misgard but Thor‘s words burnt every piece of esperance in your heart.

"He tried to oust father from the throne for making you leave. I would love to bring him here but he got sentenced to lifelong imprisonment" his familiar voice had whispered as Talvi was asleep on her uncle‘s arms. You desperately tried to keep your posture but as soon as the doors of your apartment were shut you broke into tears, crying into the soft plush of your pillow. Your lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen, your heart yearning for your lover‘s arms.

But you had to work. You were a mother and the girl sleeping next to you was innocent, not deserving to lack love only because your heart was shattered into a million pieces. And with time and Thor left you got yourself together again, starting to enjoy life as far as possible while your body longed the handsome prince‘s touch, him being buried deep inside you as his intoxicating kisses captured your wet lips. But there was also anger. Simmering anger with his temper and the fact that his misguided actions brought him imprisonment, burying the chance of a unison 6 feet under. But maybe it was just a weird way to cope with everything, you thought when you talked to Nat about your feelings when Peter watched Talvi.

"You should go on vacation with her" Nat said handing you a glass of sweet grape juice since you didn’t drink.

"Really? But I can‘t stay away. What if you need me?" you stammered coyly, secretly fearing to be alone with your daughter. You had never been alone with her and if you would, maybe it wouldn’t end well.

"Puh-lease! Mommy needs some time to relax and we‘ll make it happen. I‘ll talk to Tony if you want" she smiled caressing your thigh with deadly assassin fingers. She has always been there for you like the man who was taken from you.

Slowly you nodded, wordlessly agreeing to her plead. Maybe it would be fun. Talvi was only six, however she was totally engaged with the sea and marine life so you decided to ask for a stay on an island where you could show her the wonders of underwater world. Selflessness was a trait you developed ever since you first laid eyes on the girl who tied you with the love of your life. A remnant of a past which began to feel like a feverish dream the more days went by.

-⏳⏳-

"Mommyyyy, uncle Thor is back in the compound" Talvi squeaked as you were taking a shower to wash the salty water out of your hair.

It was your last day in Mauritius after you‘ve spent incredible three months exploring the sea and several neighboring islands. The black widow was right. It was a balming experience, carrying your thoughts to happy places instead of reminiscing a time that would never come back. Seeing Talvi‘s y/e/c eyes sparkling with pure joy was a delight, glueing the broken pieces of your heart with sweet, sticky honey.

"Oh, really? Since when?" you yelled from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around your soaking hair and sliding into a forest green bathrobe. The color was a huge part of your life, most of Talvi‘s clothes and your everyday items dominated by Loki‘s touch.

You hadn‘t checked your phone since you left bit now that you were supposed to be picked up tomorrow you just needed to see if everything was settled and alright. Talvi was very intelligent, another trait she inherited from her dad whereas you were sharp-witted as well. She has been able to read for almost three years now, calculating and learning about interesting topics as well. It was easy for her to read your messages.

"He came two months ago with someone else" Jane you instantly presumed. If Thor was on Midgard, he nearly spent every free second with the talented astrophysicist. You met her once before and she was super kind making you keen on seeing the brunette again.

"It's probably Jane. Thor‘s girlfriend" you explained, lazily storing your clothes in one of the suitcases.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Why don‘t you have a boyfriend?" Her question caught you off guard, the expression of calmness leaving your face as if it fled from a nearing tsunami. Dropping the blouse you stood up spooning the small body of your daughter with yours, her raven curls spilling in your face as she snuggled closer.

"Alright" you sighed deeply, eyes fixing her hair as you began to dive in a pool of emotions you treasured in your soul like the biggest hoard of gold.

"It‘s because mommy still loves daddy, you know? Nobody could compare to him and I would only end up disappointed" you mused feeling the rapt attention of your daughter who always sucked up any facts about her dad as if her little heart was a vacuum. It wasn‘t but deep down you knew she craved the man she had never met.

"Why can‘t someone else compare, mamma?" she dug deeper closing her little eyes to imagine her dad as you began to speak.

"Because… he was a very loving man. Daddy told me how much I mean to him every single day and he always gifted me the most beautiful flowers" you smiled to yourself "His hugs felt like the safest place on earth and he was charming… oh so very charming".

"What does that mean?“

"Well, daddy always made me sweet compliments and worshipped me like a goddess. His kisses were-"

"Mommy! Euw!" Talvi shrieked, her soft hand wandered back to shush you with a tiny pointer touching your lips.

You couldn‘t hold back a chuckle, pulling your little treasure closer to your aching body. He was a part of him so you needed to worship her the same way as he did you. It was just fair.

"I wish I could meet daddy one day. He sounds like a real prince" the girl murmured with a pondering smile and absolutely no idea of how deep her innocent words cut you.

-⏳⏳-

"It was amazing, Nat. Thank you so much for convincing me to go" you said as Nat‘s warm hug embraced you after a six hour flight back to the Avengers compound. You and Talvi caught a nice amount of sleep leaving you completely unaffected by the time lag. But something about the way the others greeted you was weird, reserved almost. Unlikely to their usual silly behavior.

"There is someone from Asgard visiting. But no one said anything about you or Talvi" Wanda whispered coyly after you desperately asked for enlightenment.

So much for the theory what it was Jane. But maybe stoic Odin had forced him to marry Lady Sif like he had suggested for decades. Or Thor brought one of his friends, Volstagg or Fandral maybe? Whoever it was, you were thankful for no one telling him or her about your or your daughter‘s identity. Maybe they had forgotten about you anyway. You never had much contact to anyone besides Loki and Frigga and it was surely none of them.

"Whatever" you shrugged your shoulders letting lose of Talvi’s hand who was silently begging you to go play with Thor.

"Would you make the dessert for us?" Wanda asked scrunching her nose at the cheeky demand after your feet have been on American soil for roughly thirty minutes. But of course, you agreed leaving to go grocery shopping with her to get everything you needed for a full meal. Cooking was your thing, no wonder the chef of Asgard’s royal kitchen hired you back then.

-⏳⏳

"Thoooooooor!" Talvi‘s voice echoed through the hallway as the little girl‘s hasty steps brought her closer to her uncle‘s strong hug. A beaming smile was plastered on her face as the god of thunder swirled her around in the air and Loki saw his daughter for the first time. Just a surprisingly pretty girl to him.

"Brother, you didn‘t tell me about children amongst your... colleagues" Loki huffed as his usual aversion towards kids kicked in yet not as strong as usual, unbeknownst to the prince his seidr connecting him with the girl. But he had no clue, how should he?

"Who‘s that?" Talvi asked, causing the usually so lively god to stammer, a thousand different nuances of red battling for the supreme position on the skin of his cheeks. What the hell was he supposed to say? But eventually he opted for the truth but skipping the crucial bit of information.

"My bro- brother, Loki" he forced himself to say, his strong voice trembling slightly drawing the said man‘s attention like a neon stripe.

"Are you quite well, Thor?" Loki‘s baritone voice rung in Talvi‘s little ears twitching her expression in feelings quite unfamiliar to her. His voice was… soothing. Special.

"You have a very nice voice, Loki" she grinned, her eyes sparking again, brighter than Asgards morning sun.

She was a beautiful girl, long raven curls spilling on her shoulders clad with a forest green knit dress. There was something utterly intruiging about her nevertheless Loki didn’t have the slightest idea of what it really was. To him, she clearly was Tony‘s offspring since he knew that his wife Pepper returned today and toys were scattered all around the compound he had been living in for two moths now. A 'vacation' Thor had called this, a poor try to distract himself from Odin‘s sudden death.

"Why thank you, sweet girl" he replied, the rosy lips curling into a tiny smile all by themselves.

Eventually, Thor cleared his throat, feeling the itching urge to start any activity only to decrease the chance of blowing the bomb that should be set off by you and you alone. Sooner or later it would happen but the optimistic god preferred not to burden his thoughts with how good or bad it could go. He had no clue and maybe it was better that way.

-⏳⏳-

"My mom makes the best pasta" Talvi announced proudly as Wanda began to clear the table, making space for the dessert everyone was looking for as a nice treat for the flavor cells. Well, rather as a ray of hope since the atmosphere had been crushing since Talvi insisted to sitting next to the man she knew as Thor‘s brother. The man who was her father unbeknownst to the happy looking girl. No one dared to speak much in fear of saying something wrong, muscles were tensed up at the fact that you could come throug the door any second.

"She indeed does. Tony is a lucky man" Loki quipped not noticing the scrunch of Talvi‘s nose and her brows furrowing for a short second of confusion. But Tony also ate the food you cooked so technically Loki was right, she thought abandoning the crawly irritation again.

"Dessert!" The scarlet witch announced, a celebratory tone layered in her female voice. Everyone‘s faces light up like fireworks, greedy hands reached for the special glasses containing the layered components of the sweet delight.

Loki‘s brows knitted lightly as emerald orbs scanned the dessert. It was painfully similar to the ones you had made especially for him. The last thing he had left the day you were gone forever. You, the woman he loved more than life itself. The dark haired god smiled as if spliced by the happy memories his lonely heart held.

"Come on try it! I can cool it down if you‘d like. Look" she offered drawing Loki‘s softened gaze on her hands, ice crytals formed on the outside of the glass spreading from her small palms as if by magic. This was magic. Confusion descended Loki‘s spine in a cold shiver, nearly as freezing as the effect of the girl’s little hands.

Thor, who helplessly witnessed the whole thing did a desperate facepalm fearing that his sharp-witted brother has smelled a rat.

"Wow, that is erm… great" Loki murmured, his head running riot on whose kid held the might of cryokinesis, a rare talent only known by a few, among others himself. Maybe Maximoff had a child with someone else than Vision, the reasonable robot Loki had banned from emerging through his walls by magic.

"It was amazing! We should really go together some time. Talvi was head over heels" you happily told Nat about the trip as you snatched your own glass of desert, ready to join the others after you ate the pasta in the kitchen. Someone had to watch the bramble compote cool down.

Nat‘s planned sentece got stuck in her throat as you stepped inside your gaze fixed on the dessert you just wanted to take a first spoon full.

"Mommy, look at my newest friend" Talvi‘s angelic voice echoed across the table pulling your gaze like a magic flute. Motherly instincts maybe.

There were Wanda, Tony, Thor and Talvi straddling the lap of…

"No…" you breathed, jaw dropping open as your eyes found the man you left seven years ago. Your whole skin began to burn as if aflame, tears dwelling on the verge of rolling down your pale cheeks as you saw your daughter happily talking to her father. Unbeknownst. You felt disgusting for not having offered her this exact life she seemed so happy with.

Then Loki‘s head turned, the emeralds you used to wake up to meeting your shaky figure. The shock on face was visible, the spoon with a potion of cream dropping back into the glass, cheeks hollowed with a word his vocal cords were unable to produce.

Your gazes locked in a second of disbelief, wandering from the stage of wondering whether you were hallucinating to a collapsing skyscraper of raw emotions breaking free after an hibernation of seven painful years of torture and grief. It was too loud yet terrifyingly silent. As your arm slowly sunk down crashing against your jeans clad leg Loki‘s brows knitted and lips pressed shut; the expression he always made before regal tears ran down his flawless skin.

"You could make Loki your boyfriend. He’s charming and handsome just like you said daddy was" Talvi noted her eyes swapping from you to Loki and back before she realized that something was awfully wrong.

"Darling" Loki breathed, the mere sound of the word allowing millions of memories to flash in your mind, too many for you to bear. With a loud smack your dessert glass slammed against the marble tiles, breaking in unison with your heart. Once again. After seven years.

It was too much.

"Talvi? Come to me" your trembling voice whispered, a shaky hand reaching out to her as the deeply irritated girl hesitantly stood up from Loki’s warm lap. She didn’t quite understand but it was too late. You had to explain sooner or later. But not now. Anytime but now. Far away was the place your mind needed you to go. After all this time, all the agony and all the energy you wasted by trying to cope. Of course you were happy, how could you not?

But still, it was too much.

"Wait, please" Nat begged trying to reach for your hand but as soon as your daughter was in range, your sobs grew louder and the crying young woman run away disappearing in the blacked out hallways of the compound.

"Brother" Thor whispered grabbing Loki‘s wrist as he got up, wanting to follow the woman he mourned for years, he loved for years.

Thor had seen the dark prince so throughly devasted. His defined face was pale, the mischievous sparkle in his green eyes vanished in thin air and the tension of his muscles visible through the thin dress shirt he wore. Honestly, he had long gave up the burning hope to see you again. Especially after his torment of imprisonment determined by his own father. Yet, here you were with a little girl…

"Winter" he translated her name through heavy breaths, slowly sinking down on the chair again, his muscular back slapping against the backrest as the god‘s composure was overwhelmed by the fateful discoveries. The raven curls, your y/e/c orbs, the cryokinesis, her Norse name… It all made sense once he tied the dots, hot tears streaming along the sharp edges of his cheekbones.

"Thor, is she…"

"Yes, brother. She is" Thor whispered, inhaling heavily after nearly too many seconds of his breath hitching.

"You could have told me. You could have fucking told me, Thor!" Loki shot up throwing his hands up in a mixture of anger, despair and utmost sadness. He never thought about having a child of his own but now it felt so good, making the outrageous amount of time he had lost with her unbearable for his scarred heart. He would have loved to raise her with you, to see her first trippy steps, to lull her to sleep if heavy rain thudded on the roof or teaching her about the Jotun powers she held.

"I have to find her" he yelled, strong legs coaxing him towards the door where Nat stopped him with a palm pressed flush against his muscular chest. He was fit, maybe even fitter than before you left giving Nat a hard time to cool down Loki‘s stirred up temper.

"Loki, please. I’ll tell you where she is but please give her some time" she said, a soothing calmness in her voice proofing that she really knew you and that the god could trust her. It was frightening as hell that someone amlost foreign had better connections to the woman who used to tell him all her secrets. It hurt. A lot.

A sigh pregnant with irritation and grief escaped his lips sending cold shivers down everybody‘s spine. The whole scene was touching, usually nothing so public yet all of them were involved now, shifting uncomfortably on their chairs not knowing what to say or do. Perseverance was the best thing to do now despite of vaporizing into wet air. Sadly, no one held this skill…

thank you for reading 🖤

I tried myself at a bit of sentiment inspired by a friend who randomly met her hopeless fling she got to know during work & travel in a local Starbucks…. next chapter will be fluffier 💕

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Ahhh could I request #4 with Natsu from Fairy Tail ^-^ maybe stealing something small from reader and teasing them holding it just out of their reach or something

Prompt 4: Person a steals person b stuff From 500+ followers event

"Natsu Dragneel!! If you don't give me my house key, I'll break you down into a fraction!" You yelled as you chase after Natsu.

Natsu just laughs and stick his tongue out at you. "Just try me y/n!" He yelled. Happy only watched the show with a fish in his mouth.

As you was about to grab his scarf to pull him down, he turned around, making you bump into his chest.

With a big grin on his face, he raised your key up high in the air. "You can only have it, if you can get it." He waved the key around.

"Natsu just give me the key!" You placed your hand on his shoulder and try jumping up to grabbed the key, but it was too high.

You was about to yell at Natsu again but an idea came into mind. You put your hands on his warm cheeks.

Natsu gave you a confused look until you brought his face down to your level and kiss him. This took him by surprise. You took this time to bring his arm down and take the key out of his hand.

You pulled away from the kiss and waved the key around. "Thank you for the key Natsu!" You smiled.

"Huh..?" Natsu is still proceeding of what just happened.

Thank you for requesting!!